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Chapter 412 Eating from the Same Pot vs. Eating from One's Own Skills (Please Subscribe)

"Group announcement @everyone"

"Starting today, all resident physicians, including the chief resident physicians and doctoral candidates from our hospital, will be subject to an emergency procedure access and participation system."

"As the name suggests, the access participation system means that only after reaching certain standards can one be competent to perform the corresponding operations."

"The specific requirements for each procedure have been compiled in the document. Resident physicians who meet the standards can report their basic skill level to the supervising resident in their group. The report will be updated weekly and then assigned to different staff for management."

"The current plan is: resident physicians who meet the target will have no less than two operation opportunities per week, and supervising chief resident physicians who meet the target will have no less than four operation opportunities per week."

"Residents who fail to meet performance targets will no longer be assigned any emergency procedures during emergency shifts. They can focus on practicing basic skills or conducting basic research experiments!"

Please read the entry requirements for each individual operation carefully!!!

After reviewing the description for a while and finding it fairly clear, Fang Ziye clicked "send".

After it was sent out, the group was quiet for about ten minutes, probably because everyone was carefully reading the corresponding plan and the document sent out by Fang Ziye.

Immediately, Liu Haihua was the first to speak up: "/I feel wronged, Senior Brother Fang. Does that mean that first-year resident physicians like us basically have no chance to participate in emergency surgery?"

Lan Tianluo: "/bubbling question mark".

Feng Junfeng: "Senior Brother Fang, this is especially unfriendly to us first-year master's students..."

Before Fang Ziye could reply, Lan Tianluo commented below: "Don't you guys ever read to the very end? The last line of big text! @Liu Haihua. @Feng Junfeng."

Liu Haihua, Lan Tianluo, and Feng Junfeng are in the same cohort and are currently finishing their first year of master's studies.

Liu Haihua is Deng Yong's master's student, while Feng Junfeng is Nie Xuehua's master's student.

After listening to Lan Tianluo's words, the two scrolled back to the bottom of the document and specially marked a series: "First-year resident physicians and interns who show improvement in their skills will be specially rewarded with two corresponding operation opportunities in the month."

"For example, if there is improvement in incision techniques, two outpatient cyst excision surgeries will be awarded as a reward. If there is improvement in debridement techniques, two small debridement and suturing practice sessions in the ward will be awarded as a reward..."

As a result, Liu Haihua and the others withdrew their questions.

Indeed, many things cannot be condemned outright.

First-year master's students are the least capable. Unlike their seniors, they don't get to enjoy weekly practical rewards. But having some hands-on experience is much better than having none at all.

For surgeons, operational skills are a very important indicator of their abilities.

Immediately afterward, Fang Ziye, after estimating that everyone had read the relevant content, sent out three more Excel spreadsheets that he had prepared in advance.

Using the group of professors Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and Dong Yaohui as a benchmark, the names of all resident physicians were listed.

Furthermore, the horizontal row contains small notes on different basic operation techniques.

However, as soon as Fang Ziye posted this, Lan Tianluo sent him a private message: "Senior brother, I'm making a very simple mini-program based on this statistical data, similar to a management template for primary and secondary school teachers."

“We can fill in the specific information ourselves, and then give the authority to our PhD senior as the administrator for review, with you as the reviewer with the highest authority.”

"This makes it very convenient and clear at a glance who has exhausted their trading opportunities and who hasn't, with Sunday as the deadline..."

Fang Ziye looked up and saw Lan Tianlu sitting opposite him, fiddling with his computer and drinking a blue Yaha iced coffee.

Lan Tianluo's slightly languid demeanor caught Fang Ziye's eye, and Fang Ziye raised his head: "You're just deliberately trying to make a fool of your senior brother, aren't you?"

"If you could make this, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Lan Tianma immediately put down his crossed legs, then turned the computer screen toward Fang Ziye: "Senior brother, this will be done soon. I wanted to show you how well it works."

"Senior, I've already sent it to you. It's the simplest mini-program embedded in WeChat. It's still in the test version and there's no limit yet. But if you log in, I'll give you the highest level of access so you can see everyone's statistical models."

"Of course, right now it's just my model."

Fang Ziye nodded, logged in, and then logged out again. After Lan Tianluo granted him higher permissions, Fang Ziye saw Lan Tianluo's panel.

After passing through green lights all the way, there are still 14 remaining trading opportunities per week.

Fang Ziye looked at it and smiled jokingly: "Tianluo, your piercing technique has also reached the standard? How come I didn't know?"

Lan Tianlu straightened his back: "Test version, test version, senior brother."

"This is my ultimate goal for this year."

It's a test version, so it's normal to show off and be a little mischievous, right?

"Debridement, suturing, incision, manual reduction, hemostasis..." Fang Ziye looked up again.

Lan Tianluo added, "Senior brother, this is a test version, a test version, don't take it seriously!"

“Senior brother, if I start counting from August of the year before last, it has only been two years since then. I can barely meet the requirements for a master’s degree to leave the training room.”

"I personally think it's quite impressive."

The requirements for a master's degree holder from Zhongnan Hospital to pursue a professional doctorate include incision, debridement, hemostasis, and suturing.

Fang Ziye relied on this to embark on his doctoral studies, so he remembers it very clearly:

"I've seen you sew tofu up, but the requirement for cutting it is to cut it into an octahedral pyramid shape with distinct tiers."

"The simplified Chinese characters for debridement, and the hemostasis rate exceeding 36 times per minute. You can achieve all of that? You can't bend the rules for personal gain!"

This level of difficulty seems like child's play to Fang Ziye now.

Of course, in the eyes of Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong and others, it was just like playing a game, but back then they never laughed at themselves in a mocking way.

It is only through experience that one realizes how difficult it is to accomplish these things in the practice room, requiring a certain level of professional skill.

Three years for a master's degree, three years for a doctorate, and then many years as an attending physician—all these years bring advancement. But graduating with a master's degree is really just laying the foundation for becoming a surgeon.

Lan Tianluo sat upright, his wheat-colored skin paired with a deliberately rougher voice, and spoke with a high-profile tone: "Senior brother, do you think I look like someone who likes to cheat?"

"Senior, do you think I'm the kind of person who needs to cheat?"

"Okay, not really!"

"I just don't know what kind of happiness you're finding in getting so caught up in these 'childish' operations every day." Fang Ziye shook his head and then asked, "When will your mini-program be available?"

Lan Tianlu replied, "That depends on WeChat's approval speed. It usually takes one to seven business days, and I can't speed it up."

As Lan Tianluo was saying this, there was a knock on the door of the chief inpatient office, and after the doorknob was turned, Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan walked in together.

Upon seeing the two enter, Lan Tianluo very sensibly began packing his laptop into his backpack: "Senior brother, I understand. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

"Call me when you have time."

When Lan Tianluo spouted such nonsense with such a straight face, Fang Ziye almost thought he had actually confessed something to Lan Tianluo. After understanding, he nodded and said, "Go ahead, you still have to go to the lab, right?"

Lan Tianluo quickened his pace, and as he hurried out, he pretended to snag the strap of his backpack.

If Fang Ziye hadn't known Lan Tianlu was acting, he probably would have been fooled too...

Fang Ziye stood up, opened the door of the small refrigerator, and took out drinks from inside: "Brother Pei, Brother Huan! What would you like to drink?"

Li Yuanpei stood up and took it, while Xiong Jinhuan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Ye, I'm fine with anything."

"Brother Ye, I actually wanted to ask if I'll have to fill out this form like the other senior and junior brothers in the future?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "That's right. A group announcement has already been sent out."

"I'm sorry, Brother Huan."

Xiong Jinhuan and Fang Ziye were arranged by Professor Han Yuanxiao. Now, Fang Ziye is directly stripping Xiong Jinhuan of her privileges. Director Han will definitely have objections.

But so be it. Fang Ziye wasn't afraid of Director Han's opinions. Damn it, when other superiors were messing with Fang Ziye before, Han Yuanxiao didn't help to suppress them at all.

Even if Director Han was unaware, as long as such a thing happened in Professor Han's group, Han Yuanxiao cannot escape responsibility.

It is said that one should not hold grudges or be too narrow-minded.

But not holding grudges doesn't mean you're into SM!

You attack me with a heavy blow, and I still greet you with a smile, grovel and obey your every word?
Isn't unintentional harm also harm?

"Brother Ye, my master was actually unaware of this matter. We never allow the use of such things."

“But you also know that our group has other superiors…” Xiong Jinhuan probably knew about this, and had also found out about it when she checked the medical orders before. At this moment, her face was contorted with worry.

"I asked around, and it was indeed authorized by my superiors, so I can't interfere too much."

How could a junior doctor have the authority to intervene in a superior's medical orders?

Even if Fang Ziye knew, he could only watch helplessly if Associate Professor Peng Long or Attending Physician Zhang Zixi insisted.

Fang Ziye has no way to disprove it, and senior physicians have the freedom to choose their own medical orders!
Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Brother Huan, I know. I've never blamed you."

Of course, Fang Ziye also added in his mind that he wouldn't particularly thank you.

Unintentional harm is still harm.

In this matter, we shouldn't try to determine absolute right or wrong.

Just focus on the issue, not the person.

Deng Yong's group, Fang Ziye, Li Yuanpei and others would check the medical orders every morning, but Zhu Yunwen and Cao Qiongan deliberately chose to issue temporary medical orders in the afternoon. After review, the temporary medical orders from the previous day would not be displayed the next day.

You really wouldn't notice it unless you were specifically looking for it.

Of course, once bitten, twice shy; it will be impossible to add any more random things using such methods in the future.

At least, Fang Ziye still had some influence within Professor Deng Yong's group.

Master Yuan Weihong, this is my own master. His excellent young talent award has been a great help to me. I hope he won't betray me.

Qin Geluo is a true brother and would never insist on Fang Ziye writing any medical orders or refuse to write any orders.

Professors Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong are basically financially independent. If they want to make money, they do it by throwing knives. On weekends and holidays, they can earn less than 6,000 yuan a time, and no one will even glance at them.

Therefore, the variables are actually still in the other groups.

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan's eyes widened.

"In the face of indiscriminate attacks, everyone is a victim. This suggests that the previous management system may still have some problems."

"Jinhuan, you have to understand me. Look, before, it was you, Jiehan, and Yuanpei who took turns following me."

"In fact, Lan Tianluo's current skill level is quite remarkable. He is only a little bit short of breaking through the training room of trauma surgery."

"Senior Brother Yan Zhiming and Yuan Pei take turns sharing emergency room opportunities."

"In addition, there's Brother Nie Mingxian!"

"Oh, by the way, did any of you see where Nie Mingxian went today?" Fang Ziye asked.

Today, Fang Ziye was mainly focused on the epidermal growth factor issue. He had no idea where Nie Mingxian went after her morning rounds.

"Brother Xian went out after checking the rooms this morning, saying he still needed to look for a place to rent. He looked around yesterday, but wasn't very satisfied," Li Yuanpei said.

"Oh, is that so? I'm just giving you a heads-up. From now on, Nie Mingxian's authority will be higher than yours." Fang Ziye touched his nose as he spoke.

Li Yuanpei didn't seem to care, and lowered his voice to ask, "Brother Ye, isn't this Nie Mingxian pretty awesome? Compared to you, who's better?"

"We all agree that Ye-ge, you are more amazing."

Fang Ziye thought for a moment and said, "Compared to me, we are probably evenly matched."

"I guess I'm an elder," Fang Ziye could say this openly now.

A year ago, Fang Ziye was probably just a junior compared to Nie Mingxian.

"Brother Nie is definitely more powerful than all of you. Why are you comparing me to Brother Nie? Let me tell you, if you don't want to suffer another crushing defeat like Tingzhu did, what will you do?"

Fang Ziye was halfway through his sentence when he added, "That's almost impossible. Brother Nie's talent is probably even higher than Tingzhu's. You guys should just lie down."

"Impossible, right?" Li Yuanpei opened his mouth, utterly shocked.

Li Yuanpei found it hard to believe that there was someone with higher qualifications than Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye might count, Lan Tianluo could barely be considered one, and Nie Mingxian... could he be included too?

"Let me calculate it for you. He's an associate senior level in anesthesiology, an associate senior level in vascular surgery, and now he's probably not much different from Brother Qin Geluo in trauma surgery."

“Brother Nie sounds old, but he’s only thirty-two. Brother Luo is already thirty-three.”

"Trauma surgery is already the worst department in Nie Mingxian's department..." When Fang Ziye said this, Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan's faces were full of pain, and they sighed repeatedly...

With this matter concluded, Fang Ziye felt that it could finally be put to a temporary end.

After chatting casually with his two classmates, Fang Ziye took another nice, sweet nap in his little apartment.

Because of an agreement with my senior colleague Wang Yuanqi, in order to ensure I get a good night's sleep after get off work, the shift handover time is 8:00 PM the following day.

Wang Yuanqi, a senior colleague, suffered a slight disadvantage on his first shift. After taking over the shift at 8 p.m. the previous night, he worked until 8 a.m. the following morning before handing over the emergency surgery task to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye slept soundly from 10 p.m. until 6:50 a.m. the next morning.

Seeing that it was still early, Fang Ziye had some free time to go downstairs and have breakfast with Luo Tingzhu...

The aroma of hot soy milk and hot dry noodles wafts up as you stir them.

Today, Luo Tingzhu wore a light yellow knee-length skirt with a bubble-like collar. Therefore, when eating hot dry noodles, Luo Tingzhu had to put her left hand on her chest to avoid getting the sesame paste on her.

"Tingzhu, why did you go home so late last night?" Fang Ziye asked, tilting his head as he took a bite of food.

"Senior brother, you have so many spies in the lab, I can't turn them all away!" Luo Tingzhu replied between meals, her head down.

That's a joke. Fang Ziye is practically a god among junior doctors now. Not only do his senior brothers give him face, but his junior brothers, regardless of which group he's in, are all exceptionally friendly to him.

Even though Fang Ziye doesn't go into the lab, legends about him still circulate there, giving the impression of having distant relatives even when you're rich.

"Take some rest. My master once told me that the main purpose of the country built by our predecessors was so that future generations wouldn't have to work day and night."

“Tingzhu, you can delegate some of your research tasks to your junior colleagues. Don’t think that just because you’ve gone to the anesthesiology department, you’re no longer part of the trauma surgery research team.”

“Scientific research and clinical practice can be completely separated. Even if you go to internal medicine, you can still do surgical research…” Fang Ziye said.

Just like when Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye first met, they both worked incredibly hard, to the point of exhaustion.

At that time, Luo Tingzhu was not Fang Ziye's girlfriend. Seeing Luo Tingzhu's busy figure in the laboratory would always make Fang Ziye's heart flutter.

Seeing Luo Tingzhu working so hard now, Fang Ziye must feel sorry for her.

Luo Tingzhu tilted her head slightly, pursed her lips, chewed a few small bites of hot dry noodles, and then smiled: "Senior brother, aren't I the same as everyone else?"

"Many of my female colleagues in internal medicine are much more hardworking and determined than I am."

"Modern society is a new model, and if a girl wants to have her own career, she will always have to put in more effort."

Luo Tingzhu cleverly answered her question about not wanting to be just a pretty face.

Luo Tingzhu is certainly not just a pretty face. With her qualifications, it will be a piece of cake for her to become a senior professional at Zhongnan Hospital in the future; it's just a matter of time.

However, everyone is equal. Even with the best aptitude, one needs a certain amount of accumulation to be able to skip levels.

Luo Tingzhu remained the same.

“Senior, you don’t need to think I’m special. As a researcher, being able to sleep six hours a day is already extremely rare,” Luo Tingzhu added.

"Okay, good!" Fang Ziye didn't say anything more.

After having breakfast with Luo Tingzhu, it was only 7:15, which sounded early, but the anesthesiology department required staff to be on duty by 7:30 to begin pre-anesthesia for the first elective surgery, so Luo Tingzhu hurried even faster...

Upon arriving at the hospital, Fang Ziye watched Luo Tingzhu hurry towards the anesthesiology department, appearing no different from other employees going to work. Instead, he felt a sense of peace.

She was just a girl from an ordinary family, like myself, without any particularly distinguished family background. Therefore, all her initial efforts must have come at the cost of sacrificing time.

That's good too.

Fang Ziye checked the time and instead of returning to the department, he sent a message to his mentor, Yuan Weihong, to report: "Mentor, I'm on duty for the emergency surgery shift today. Since Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi is also working hard to cover my shift, I won't be going back to the wards to make rounds."

“I have already dealt with what happened yesterday. The situation may not be good, and Professor Han may even bring it up in the department, but I still stick to my own ideas.”

"I don't want to bother Professor Deng with a phone call, but I hope my mentor can help me by mentioning it to him and asking him to cover for me!"

Fang Ziye disrupted Han Yuanxiao's plans, so he might have to endure the lashes from his superiors. However, Fang Ziye wasn't alone; if he couldn't handle the situation, he simply ran away.

With his two mentors still in the department, Han Yuanxiao couldn't possibly disregard his pride and abandon even the most basic principles in pursuit of Fang Ziye.

Han Yuanxiao dared not take this matter to his superiors, but Deng Yong was not afraid to do so!
……

When Fang Ziye arrived at the emergency trauma center clinic in the emergency department, he pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the sight of Wang Yuanqi dozing off and nodding, while Gong Ziming was stretching his limbs and moving around.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye, Gong Ziming gave a forced smile to his tired face: "Senior Brother Fang, what brings you here?"

"Come and cover my shift, Ziming. You and Senior Brother Wang should go and rest for a bit."

"Is Teacher Xie already resting? I'll call him if anything comes up later," Fang Ziye said.

If you open an emergency room, it should look like an emergency room, with staff on duty at least 24 hours a day.

There are only two people here right now: Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Wang Yuanqi.

Wang Yuanqi is a staff member of this hospital, and it is reasonable and compliant for him to call Xie Jinyuan whenever he is on duty.

Fang Ziye can also hold consultations, and Xie Jinyuan can be called down in case of special circumstances.

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's voice, Wang Yuanqi slowly woke up, rubbed his eyes, and grinned, "Ziye's here. I was asleep."

"A cleaning machine arrived at four in the morning yesterday and continued cleaning until after six..."

"It's not eight o'clock yet?" Wang Yuanqi flipped his left wrist to check the time and said.

"Senior Brother Wang, you should go and rest first! It's okay if you haven't arrived yet. We're all brothers, it's not like we're competing in track and field where every second counts."

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Wang," Fang Ziye said with a slightly ingratiating tone as he walked inside.

Regardless, the establishment of the trauma center emergency room has alleviated Fang Ziye's burden.

Wang Yuanqi will also serve as the chief resident in the future, and will have to go through the same thing he is doing now. Helping is a favor, not helping is his duty!

Wang Yuanqi's love of learning and desire for more hands-on experience are personal choices, not his responsibilities.

To put it more realistically, Wang Yuanqi is no longer a chief resident.

Wang Yuanqi didn't hold back either.

He was a little tired after working over 40 consecutive hours.

But when he passed Fang Ziye, he gave him a warm hug: "Brother, you've worked hard. Being a chief resident is a job that's really not for humans!"

"Ziming, are you going to rest?" Wang Yuanqi asked Gong Ziming as he packed up and headed out.

Gong Ziming shook his head: "Senior brother, I took a nap last night. I'll continue to follow Senior Brother Fang. Anyway, I have plenty of time to rest."

Wang Yuanqi then walked out.

Fang Ziye's eyes darted around: "Did Senior Brother Wang invite other people yesterday?"

Wang Yuanqi has always been in Professor Deng Yong's group. He did not study at Zhongnan Hospital for his master's degree.

After Wang Yuanqi and Fang Ziye took turns on duty, Wang Yuanqi actually had some right to choose his assistant, and it is estimated that someone had contacted Wang Yuanqi.

"Master told me to call him. He saw I was too tired, so he had Wang Yuanqi call Senior Brother Yuanpei," Gong Ziming explained.

"Senior brother, I think I still need to train more. My physical fitness is still a bit lacking. I can't even play the whole game with Senior Brother Wang." As Gong Ziming spoke, he increased the speed and range of his stretching.

Fang Ziye didn't say anything more.

Fang Ziye no longer wanted to interfere with who Wang Yuanqi chose to be his assistant and who he didn't.

If Wang Yuanqi, who was on duty, couldn't even have this much convenience, then he would be too inconsiderate.

Of course, Fang Ziye was very clear that when Wang Yuanqi was filling in for him, assessing whether Fang Ziye needed to perform surgery was under the jurisdiction of Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan.

If Wang Yuanqi tries to do something against his will and fails, and gets reported, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will also suffer in the end.

This is the first-visit responsibility system.

……

At 8:15, when Fang Ziye was sitting in the emergency room of the trauma center, he didn't expect that Fang Songlin, the brother from the surgical clinic next door, would come over.

After failing to find Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan through the open door, he sneaked in.

Holding a metal thermos in his hand: "Ziye, long time no see?"

Fang Ziye was chatting with Nie Mingxian at the moment. Nie Mingxian had found a house and was also making rounds in the ward. For the time being, Professor Liu Huanglong had assigned him to follow Fang Ziye.

Nie Mingxian then inquired about Fang Ziye's whereabouts. Nie Mingxian then said he would come over later.

After replying with "OK", Fang Ziye looked up and said, "Brother Fang, sorry, I have a work-related WeChat message to reply to."

"Come in and have a seat, Brother Fang."

"Ziye, you're still very busy. Not only do you have people covering for you, but you also have so many work-related WeChat messages that you can't keep up. Unlike us, we're just being relegated to a lower position," Fang Songlin joked.

"Brother Fang, I'm really sorry, but this is what the higher-ups mean. I reported it to you as soon as I found out. There's nothing I can do about what happened after that." Fang Ziye knew that Fang Songlin was implying that Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was abusing his power.

In reality, Xie Jinyuan was also acting in accordance with principles.

A trauma center is a pure trauma center, not an emergency room for vascular surgery. It only handles trauma-related cases. How can any random injury be called trauma surgery?

"Here's the thing, it's just that I'm not quite used to it yet."

“Perhaps it’s because you’re so useful, Ziye, that now we have to think carefully about who to ask for a consultation.” Fang Songlin sat down in front of Fang Ziye, only sitting on one side of his buttocks.

She didn't continue the previous topic, but chatted casually with Fang Ziye for a while before returning to her clinic.

As Fang Songlin was leaving, he bumped into Nie Mingxian, who had just arrived, at the door.

The two glanced at each other, realizing they didn't recognize each other, then waved to each other before going their separate ways.

After Nie Mingxian came in, he casually handed the keychain from the pocket of his white coat on the right to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, these are the keys to the house. You can move in whenever it's convenient for you."

“I heard from people in the department that you had given up your rented apartment and slept in the department yesterday.”

The house Nie Mingxian found wasn't far from the hospital, but it was in an old neighborhood. If it were too far, it wouldn't be convenient for Fang Ziye to rush to the emergency room.

"I terminated the lease before I went abroad, otherwise I always felt that paying rent was not a good thing. Last year I even rented for half a year for nothing," Fang Ziye said with some heartache.

Fang Ziye doesn't actually lack a thousand or two thousand yuan, but money should be spent wisely, and unnecessary expenses should not be wasted.

Nie Mingxian found a chair and sat down, then said mysteriously, "Ziye, I have some rather explosive news here, which is somewhat related to what you caused in the department yesterday. Do you want to hear it?"

Fang Ziye looked Nie Mingxian up and down: "Brother Xian, do you have such a wide network of connections? Do you have so many information channels in Han City?"

If it were said that Nie Mingxian had a wide network of connections in Enshi and Kyoto and knew everything, Fang Ziye wouldn't be surprised. But this is Hanshi.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian knew that Fang Ziye had guessed something: "I only know this many people in Han City."

"But I do know who owns the patent for that epidermal growth factor. And Lao Wu even explained the whole story to me."

"Initially, this research on destructive injury was probably proposed by Professor Duan Hong as a clinical research project, right?"

Nie Mingxian hit the nail on the head.

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes for a moment, then, unable to refute, nodded.

In this kind of situation, it's not about whoever claims the spot first owns it; rather, it's about whoever completes the research first and has the most say.

"So, this epidermal growth factor that promotes the destruction of damaged wounds is a product of research conducted by Professor Duan Hong's team in collaboration with a pharmaceutical company a long time ago."

"Some other research data on it is currently being compiled and is scheduled to be published."

"And this is a gift that Lao Wu gave to Ziye and your team, meaning that your team is quite unkind."

"But kicking them out of the game is simply impossible..."

"If they want to bring their patents into the group again and share the profits, can you find a reason to refuse?"

Fang Ziye: "..."

Damn it, I knew it! None of these professors are easy to mess with.

His teacher Deng Yong's skill level was nowhere near that of Duan Hong.

(End of this chapter)